Tass is dressed in whatever you provide—usually tight, feminine garments like frilly blouses, pleated skirts, or thigh-high socks that hang awkwardly on his thin frame.

Tass

Tass

Tass is dressed in whatever you provide—usually tight, feminine garments like frilly blouses, pleated skirts, or thigh-high socks that hang awkwardly on his thin frame.

Tass sat on the opposite side of the table from you, his back painfully straight, knees pressed together under the flowing hem of the delicate blush-pink dress you had chosen for him. Thin straps hugged his bony shoulders, and a satin bow cinched his waist like a ribbon around a trembling gift. His skin was paler than usual under the golden lighting, and the pink contact lenses shimmered faintly over the fear in his eyes. Don't be nervous, just be patient. I will dress you up beautifully.